Cassie Hole Pt 2

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Cassie and Michael walked into the mall, and she tugged him into a shop called Rave, a hip store that catered to young girls, rather something more than that, a store that specialized in fashion that was on the edge of MTV and the more subtler side of porn, some of the sunglasses and types of clothing actually had sponsors like Metro or Anabolic or Vivid Films which he recognized as porn distributors. They went in and Cassie immediately squeezed hard on his hand as she saw the tiny minuscule clothing that was hung on rack after rack of thin sheer small tops, skirts and wisps of panties that were sizes from extra small to tiny tight as the tags read. Cassie let go of his hand and started looking through the assortment, pulling a half dozen picks as she whirled through the store. Michael grinned as he watched her pull down some delicate thin tops and some teeny small silk skirts, a jumble of thongs, all lace and mesh and barely more than strips of dangling cloth and Lycra. He moved towards the back of the store where they had a small assembled collection of shoes and accessories. Cassie sat down and put her armful of clothes on the chair next to her. She grabbed a shoe that was up on a pedestal, a plexiglas upper and a thin 4 inch heel that raised Cassie’s ass and thrust her nubile tits out as she stood, holding the chair arm to twist her ankle around, seeing what it looked like on her foot, how it added to her height and the muscle of her athletic legs. Her calve flexed and moved fluidly as she turned slightly, her tight thighs rubbing together as she leaned sideways. She asked Michael, “Like these Daddy, look how good they fit,” she smirked at him, “think of how good they will look as you hold my ankles up and make me all wet?” She spoke just so loud so that only they could hear but Michael heard it like she was screaming it out across the store. 

“Cassie, please try and be…cool.” He did think about the fact that he would love to spread his daughters legs wide while she wore the CFM heels and either tongued her out, fingered her up or shoved his thick hard cock in her fuck hole, it was all he could think of after last night. 

Cassie stepped out of the shoe and grabbed another pair, a nasty high pair of suede pink mules that actually lifted her 3 inches in heel. “Wait here Daddy; stay right here until I get back.” She leaned in and groped his cock in his trousers as she kissed him slightly on the lips. “Don’t waste any Daddy; I am going to want it when we get home.” Cassie then went back into the changing rooms and disappeared for ten, fifteen minutes. 

As he stayed in the back, he eyed some of the garments he saw hanging near the area, he pulled a couple out, one a small pair of fibrous short shorts, a well sewn gusset in the cunt area and spreading up towards the ass, but the rest was clearly designed to show everything. As he held them he realized that with a small snip, the gusset would come out and he took down a pair of tiny tight and put them aside. He moved to the next rack and saw a gold lame top that was simply a criss-cross of golden threads that were well separated, obviously meant to be worn with a bra, and a small drape of material that was meant to be matching panties but they had even wider spacing, then down into a furled thickness as they came into the crotch area. He added them to his pile and saw a assortment of waist chains, fine thin gold and tied and bowed near where they hung near the shallow area of the stomach and hung down; the ends capped with small clamps. As he rummaged through the other racks, a voice startled him, “Mr. Jennings? Is that you?” It was a girl, a teen that he had worked with at a school function that he had volunteered for, but that was two years ago and she had changed, matured. 

“Oh Avery, it’s you, I barely recognized you. “ Michael let his gaze roam over her as she stood there, her sculpted feet wedged up into 4 inch heels, her legs rising high as her hem barely covered her taut thighs and slithered up a woolen patterned skirt, flared out in pleats and her small top tied up in a bow beneath her firm tits, making them bulge out between the unbuttoned cleavage of the blouse. Her lips were cherry red and rather than seeming vulgar or painted, highlighted the milky white smoothness of her cheek bones and red hair. Freckles spread lightly down from her eyes and washed over her haughty face. She leaned up towards him, as she spoke, so that the creamy full expanse of her tits were clearly on display. 

“I thought I saw you coming in.” She smiled adoringly up into his eyes. She was definitely grown up, she was just a year ahead of Cassie but she had fully developed into a incredibly shapely intensely hot young woman and as she stood there he could see a fever in her eyes and breathless tone of her voice. “Are you here getting something for your wife?” She averted her eyes slightly and looked across his face and then put her hands behind her ass and swayed left and right, so that her tits loomed in front of him, his eyes following the gorgeous bounce of her nipples as she tossed her hair. He looked at the small collection, knowing that the size tiny tight would likely be a give away but faltering and then speaking up, “Well you know that it’s actually Cassie’s mom that mentioned this store, she hinted I guess and Cassie, well…” He trailed off and looked at Avery’s red coated lips and now more than imagined those sweet warm moist wet lips parting and kissing his mouth and over his cheeks and along his neck and further down, biting slightly his nipples and dragging down to lick his stomach and unzipping him as he felt her gorgeous young jugs and teasing her as she devoured his growing cock shaft on her tongue. 

Avery startled him back. “I was down here looking for a summer job, Daddy says that he wants me to learn what it’s like having a job. I have been trying to get applications and stuff and some of the managers actually said that they wanted for me to come back around five of closing and have me talk to them.”

“Well I guess that, maybe they, eh want to see how you work out.” In his mind, he’d love to see how her tight ripe cunt hole may pulse around his load monster as he was fucking her twat. Job they were interested in was a blow job, and he could see why. “Dressed like that you definitely have a “leg up”, as they say.” 

“Leg up?” Avery lifted her leg up and tilted her heel on a shoe step that was near the racks, her skirt settling away and open showing the tiny V of her puny panties and the top of her thighs parting. Avery smoothed her palm over her smooth muscled calf letting him look hard at her pussy separating across her stretched thin panties. 

Avery perked up and said, “Oh so you are cool with these clothes, my Dad would get so mad if he thought that I wore these outfits out, well he kids me about me going out and maybe getting too much attention, do you think that’s what they do?” She turned her back and leaned achingly wheeled her heel around looking back as she arched her back to him and her skirt edged up showing the swell of her ass cheeks below the hem. “Think I show too much Mr. Jennings?” She arched as deep and far as she could so the skirt came up, her thin lace panties clearly out lining the bunched moistness of her cunt lips beneath the sheer pouch of her stretched panties. Her pussy nearly pulsed as he saw her yearning to push her ass out to him, make him see her offered cunt lips and knew that he was dying to feel her up, feel her ripe offered cunt that she wanted him to take. She had fingered to him ever since the school charity fair two years ago, had secretly wished she was the charity gift that was auctioned up and that he had been the bidder, she would absolutely love to be sold to Mr. Jennings, she had no qualms about being his date, his thing, as she put it, for however he wanted to have her. Lately the thought of being bought and paid for had become something of a exciting wetness for her. “He doesn’t like me even to wear them around the house put I take them and sometimes wear them here at the mall. I mean I am almost seventeen, right?” She put her hands on her hips, back arched looking back at him, pulling her short hem up higher, and smiled. “I am almost a woman; I can do what I want right?” 

Michael swallowed and murmured a soft yes. When she kneaded her eyelashes at him, he spoke up. “Yes, yes, of course.” She baldly grinned and smoothed her hand from her hip to her stomach and eased it along her panty crotch and felt along her moist slit as he watched. Then she squeezed her cunt open and closed under her gossamer lace thong and winked at him as he watched. Finally she let her skirt drop and she turned and ran her hand along a hanging selection of linen mini skirts that hung next to her. 

“Well, I guess I’ll ah see…you later, it is good to see you Mr. Jennings,” she ran a long finger along her lips and pretended to smooth her lip gloss as she looked at his groin as his lumped cock filled his trousers, half-thick. She started to turn then swayed back. “Oh I almost forgot, I actually was wondering that maybe you knew some one that I could work with, you know, maybe an office thing, work filing papers or getting coffee for people, I can answer phones, I can do real good phone, I mean I always am on the cell and all everyone thinks I speak OK and can be so cool.” She again looked at his lumbering throb that had started in his pants and then again leaned in, slightly adjusting her gorgeous tits in her skimpy top as he watched. 

Michael nodded and reached in and handed her his card. “Tomorrow, call me and I’ll have my driver bring you to corporate and we’ll, ummmm, talk. OK?” She gushed and kissed him on the cheek and drilled her erect nipples into his chest as he stood there throbbing. It took all his will power to stop from gripping her ass and start to power fuck Avery but he knew, he knew that after Cassie, she might be the perfect pass around pussy pouch he had been searching for, after all, he thought, there was more than free lunches to lure new clients, clients and their money. There was Avery and her spread open eager holes.

Avery turned and tittered so exquisitely on her high heels he almost wanted to open up and jack off in her wake. 

Ten minutes later Cassie yelled out to him and Michael made his way back towards the clutter of the changing rooms. He looked back and scanned the store but most of the staff was up front and he went back through. He saw the door open and the mirror at the end of the small hall, showed her stepping out.

“How to you like it Daddy?” She stepped out and when Michael saw what she was wearing he immediately drew her in his arms and leaned down kissing her full on the lips and ran his hands under her apple ass cheeks and stretched them open as he lifted her towards the thick girth of his cock in his pants. He began to rub against her little candy wrapped body and used her body as a sheath to jack off with. As he rubbed her against his rod he became aware that a roving camera had started to whirr quarter way towards them and he stopped and let her down and then released her. “Cassie, hurry, hurry and take these things up, we need to get to the car.” She smoothed her hand against his hard cock and jacked it up and down quickly, measuring it and then turned and raced back and packed up her purchases in a bag and brought them out. Michael took the collection he had amassed and gave them to a uninterested harried clerk at the register, and put down his credit card. Pretending to speak into his cell phone, he watched Cassie approach and put down a slew of more “outfits” and heels and the clerk started ringing the sale up. Finally the credit slip was put out and he scribbled his name over it and watched as Cassie scooped the whole bundle in her arms and strode out as he collected his card and still acting like he was speaking into his cell, he spoke over her shoulder. “Cassie, you know what to do don’t you baby?” Cassie only batted her long lashes back and passed out the mall doors and ran towards the car and waited as he got in and sat in the seat.

She spread her legs open wide as he started the car and pulled out. As they pulled into the middle lane of the freeway, she allowed HIM to part her cunt, held her lips open for HIM, and saw her juices leak onto his knuckles as he diddled her offered pussy and pushed down as he enjoyed himself, looking, driving, looking, and driving. She wanted to hump and cum but as she neared her cum, HE licked HIS slick fingers and turned onto the off ramp and roared towards the estate and laid back, letting her bald fuck hole be fully available for HIM to enjoy as HE drove into their parking stall under the estate and she let HIM tongue her mouth as he got her clit angry and pulsing hot with his rubbing again and as he broke the kiss she dashed out with the store bag, storming into the master den and into HIS master bathroom, ready to prepare herself for HIM. 

Cassie lovingly eased her legs into the tight pants, a pair of white fishnet bell bottoms that had a pair of pockets over her tight small ass cheeks but that spread wide and parted the fishnet crisscrossed material so that her cunt lips easily showed and swelled open her fuck lips under them so that her ripe pink plainly peeked bold through the front of her crotch for HIM, a teasing cross stitch edging through her pussy lips and bulging her bald slot outwards, her feet wedged into three inch white mules, her top, gold pebbled strings hanging from a wrapped choker so that they shook and excited her tiny nipples and let them be barely hidden behind the small petals of whispering clinking of the metal. She perfumed her face and glossed her mouth, knowing that his COCK girth would uncouthly fuck her lips and throat. She moisturized her thighs, tits and tummy so that they shone and appealed to HIS lustful looks. Lastly she draped a pair of long golden earrings on and draped them over her bare shoulders. Dripping from the constant itch of her twat she drew in her breath. Finally, she turned and heard her heels click towards the door.

There HE was. He sat against his broad desk, his arms held back, holding the edge, his boxers on, the huge lump of cock meat, of HIS cock meat, jutting up just below the material and she stepped out and stood allowing HIM, DADDY, to see her as she regarded herself; HIS play fuck toy, his woman/girl/whore ready for HIS perversions and prick aroused fantasy and filthy needs. She knew that HE adored how she looked and presented herself to HIM. Her nipples were hard and tight as she felt HIM wrap HIS fingers over and between them and tug her forward to HIM. She felt a thrill race into her as HE did it, her nipples raw and aching and she gladly let HIM yank her near HIM. She was already creaming up and leaking. 

“I like this Cassie, I like this very much.” He tweaked her hardened tits around and she felt first the pain, then the sodden pleasure that flooded her body as HE started to use her, getting a shuttering rush within as HE was warming to begin their “ritual” of need and submission, her heart pulsing up as HE looked at her, seeing her as HIS piece of cunt hole, HIS willing cum vessel, HIS weak daughter hole that yearned to be his fashion fuck, HIS groveling glory gape of flesh that ached to be taunted, teased and treated as HIS personal slut load. She knew that HE had her for that very reason and that was her complete plea to become HIS, she so wanted to be HIS need and possession. 

“You liked this didn’t you?” Michael looked down at her as he spread apart the curtain of her golden top, squeezing her nipples in his fingers and twisting them around, seeing the impassioned look of desire on her young face. “Ummmm?” She could barely make a sound as she relished her fathers fingers mauling her tits as HE wanted. She arched her back so that he could pull her tits out further and harder in his tense manipulation. 

“Do it, yes…” That was all she could get out. She began to get weak in the knees as HE twisted her harder in his thumbs and forefingers. He skin rippled in goose bumps. 

“Look at me.” She turned her face up and looked at him in a wide eyed stare of rapture, her glossy lips parted and her proffered tits fully enthralled at HIM. “Tease me out Cassie.” He drew her body down further as he pulled her erect nipples down so that her mouth hovered over his half hidden cock shaft, peeking out the flap of his boxers. Cassie immediately leaned in and mouthed and jawed at the opening, smelling him and licking at the curvature of his rod as it pulsed in the gaping opening. “Smell’s good doesn’t it? You like being a cock whore don’t you?” She nodded excitingly. “Being Daddy’s cock sucker?” She again nodded and tried to feed his cock shaft out. “Get it baby, mouth it out, you want to don’t you?” She muttered as she fought and finally teased his rock hard fuck rod out and freed it, immediately licking and spitting a sheen over Michael’s meat, her pain shooting across her tits and nipples as she quavered in his grip and HIS fuck tool free for her to worship. “Good baby, use your hands and yank my boxers off, get Daddy unwrapped for your greedy sluttiness.” Cassie ripped HIS boxers off his legs as hard and fast as she could; barely leaving HIS turgid cock load as she began to slurp onto HIM with her parted mouth. Michael let go of her tits and she moaned as the pressure eased off and she worked HIM in her mouth faster, thinking maybe she had displeased HIM in some way. She slurped messily at HIM, her saliva working up and spilling along HIS cock and balls and draining off down her chin.

She wanted HIM to fuck her, last night was good but now that she knew that HE was her life, she wanted HIS load and blast of jizz in her cunt, she knew that was what this had been leading to, HE had to fuck her and use her like the cock snatch that she was. DADDY had been training her to be HIS all this time, HE was made to fuck her as she was made to allow HIM to fuck her and use her however HE felt HE wanted, that was what she knew and more than that, HE knew. She milked his girth of cock meat and stuffed HIM in her throat and then jawed down her mouth wide so that every stroke sunk deeper in her gullet and choked and allowed her to gag up more spit goop on his steeled fuck wand. 

She knew HE wanted her, wanted her pink cunt and the blast of man juice was exactly what she wanted to feel deep in her sopping man-load hole, her DADDY had to want to unleash his cock juice in her, HE just had to. She milked him as lovingly and sweetly with her mouth as she could, again feeling HIS swollen balls to slap her saliva smeared chin, the red goop of her lip gloss mixing with her spit and drooling off against her golden chain top, sagging drippings sliding over the chains and soaking onto her white fishnet, sparkling tinkles on her glowing spread thighs as she hunched down on her heels. “My lovely Cassie cunt, my perfect private pump doll.” HE humiliated her as she fed on his cock, looking at HIM as she stuffed her oval mouth around HIS stalk, HIS gift for her hunger. As Michael watched his daughter gobble his cock shaft in her mouth, and then her throat he shoved his hips forward and allowed his cock head to envelop her wind pipe and she took a huge inhale in through her nostrils and allowed him access to her throat and forced herself to relax around his pulsing dripping cock lubed shaft. He knew that she was his, his only sweet daughter that he so longed for was his for the hidden fantasies he had so shortly ago, thought were perverse and demeaning, but now knew by looking down at her, that she wanted and desired as much, if not more, than him. He wanted and painfully to unload his rope of cock crème in her mouth right now, thought nothing more than to have his greedy need fulfilled in her mouth, but he knew that she, in turn, wanted it as well. Her eyes screamed something more and he saw her begging for him to allow her a exquisite wish, a wish that they were so close to, were so ready to have; the both of them.

Michael gripped his daughters arms under the armpits and pulled her suckling mouth off his rigid cock and stood her up as he knelt and took his fingers to her hips, sliding down and violently ripping the thin fishnet cross stitch open over her bald beckoning cunt lips, freeing her pussy hole for his devouring tongue and kisses as he gripped her childish ripe ass cheeks in his spread strong hands. He dove into her cunt with his tongue, leaning back and spitting a huge wad on her clit hood and then using it to stuff his probing tongue and then, his furtive fingers into her swollen tight hot wet fuck hole that he now, was assured was his to own and use. He hear her moan and gasp as he tongued her clit and pussy canal roughly, one finger up into her as he lashed her clit, raw and throbbing against his sucking mouth. She twisted in his hands, her voice nothing but a guttural aching moan, her hands shoving and clasping the back of his head, his hair gripped hard in his hair drawing his face tight to her pink accepting cunt. She heard HIM rip the fishnet hole around her parted cunt open. She pushed his forehead back, afraid. “Daddy don’t I want these to last for YOU, I want to have them for you.” He growled, stuffing his tongue in deep as he pushed her thighs far back and wide. 

“No I want you to wear them like this, so that your bald cunt is available to me, so that it is open for me, so I know that I have access whenever I want it, you want that don’t you Cassie, don’t you?” He furrowed in and again attacked her wet cunt, now open and peeled, her peach nectar oozing out. 

“Oh fuck Daddy, oh fuck, please…” She was so full with his snaking tongue and his hands gripping her hips. “Please, please…”

Michael lifted her and laid her out on a ottoman and rammed her thighs apart and her head draped over the edge. He quickly moved around and holding the back of her head up, he fed her his stalk, seeing her greedily milk him, opening her jaw out and swallowing HIS prick as deep as her laid out mouth and throat allowed, his fingers again starting to teak her tits and then gripping her clit this time and pinching it up, over and over. “Like that Daddy bought you that nice slut wear baby, bought you nasty fuck wear so you can please Daddy?” He tweaked her clit taut and watched her nod as she continued slurping him in her lips. She was heated up, needy and so ready she groped and arched up to gobble all along HIS shaft. “There baby…there you go.” 

Michael had enough, and he pulled from her mouth and swung her around on the ottoman and grabbed her mules in both his hands and spread her as far as her legs let him, she feeling the ache in her thighs sighed back as he wrapped his hand around his pulsing cock and slapped her slit hard, again and again. His cock was as fat and hard as he felt it in years and he looked at her hole, gushing wet and presented to him like a firm moist invitation. He waited as she looked and then pushed forward, as he did she held her head up watching, and he loaded in his thick cockhead just past her pussy lips, and then held back less than a heart beat and then shoved hard into her, feeling the gauzy membrane push back and he felt a chill cascade over his arms and face. He pulled away and, while still in her, looked.

“Cassie, tell Daddy what you want, tell me.” He saw the anguish on her face and then she stretched her legs farther and put her hands over her thighs to open wide. Michael rammed in and in a minute her womb broke and she let out a howl of pain but he didn’t pause, only leaned in and started to kiss her deep with his tongue as his dick slammed in and out and soon he was hard fucking his fuck doll daughter and she was running her hands in his hair as he started to fuck her deep and full.

Her words were lost in her mouth as she kissed him and allowed him to abuse her virgin cunt, actually starting to glide with his strokes and luxuriating in the precious feel of HIS cock moving hard in her. She cried into his shoulder as HE fucked her like a whore, like a painted piece of cheap cunt meat she was, like a cum bucket that she was to her father, willing and glad and happy that HE had finally found her for HIS personal perverse pleasure. She bucked against him, his mouth biting her tits hard, his hands gripping her ass cheeks apart under her nasty lace pants, his sweat dripping on her and anointing her until later he felt the tight ring of her hole quiver and his balls jerked and jizz cum came up and spilled in her womb. At least a half hour passed and she had no thought until she woke to find him rubbing the blood and cum off her thighs as she lay in HIS bed afterward with a warm wash rag. She drifted and soon felt him return and join her, cuddling deep into her as she started to sleep, his strong aroma and hands swirling over her tingling body. 

In the morning she snuck out of HIS bed and went to her room, anxious to try on her new outfits, knowing that she was HIS model twat, and was eager to surprise him, knowing that her body no matter how it was wrapped, would always be HIS candied fuck doll and that made her smile and leak as she started to pull the first pair of thongs on.